Wrathful and suffer.
Lamenting everything.
Conclusions.
One by one antipathy.
Inner tension.
Turned outward hostility.
Did you let them in?
Did you let them inside
Of your f*cked up head?
Plagued by things you'll never have again;
All that could have been.
Oh to hell with it.
Chosen path that you must walk alone.
Grow thicker skin.
Faith is so far gone.
I let the world crash down on me.
I've felt so many things
In who I used to be.
Me... I have no room for wings,
Just compassion and sympathy
For those who still, hold on
To everything they've lost.
Life just takes away.
It all gets washed away.